[He's all ready with some baller response, a joke or some sort of pun, when this conversation gets suddenly, disarmingly sincere. Like, there's so many layers to this. She brought something just for him-- which, what, what never happens-- and more than that it's something that means a lot to her. It's enough to make him bluescreen for a second there while she's talking, and he has to fight down his natural response which is to laugh right in her face. People know he doesn't like it when he's alone?? Giving him special gifts?? Caring about him in any capacity????? What the fuck. How did he pull this one off. What a spectacular con, to make someone care about him at all.

That's the thing, about playing so many things off as nothing when they're something. You know how it looks. How to see it in others. So he looks it over, licks his lips a little in absence of what to even say.]

Well shit, Cec. A coin in a world with no money, with a fake enchantment to a man who casts magic from his hands. Now that's a combo you got goin'.

[He twirls it between his fingers, feeling the patterns, the way it presses into his skin.]

You sure you wanna be rid of it? If it's that, uh, that much?